My poem, Horses for Courses, is up at ‘Spillwords”

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written by: Ivor Steven


there is something about the freedom of horses
beyond green pastures and steeple courses

there is something about the purity of life’s sources
from the snowy mountains down the river courses

there is something about the madness of wartime choices
beyond bloodstained lands of the killing forces

there is something about death’s silent voices
riding in wooden coffins down the hearses brief courses

Ivor Steven

Ivor Steven

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. His book “Tullawalla” was recently published. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies, and on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), and is a team member/barista with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America)


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Please Note: GREAT NEWS, Hardcover is NOW available.


From the Barnes and Noble Print Press

All Subjects Best Sellers List

In a vast crew of other guests

Totaling forty one thousand and seventy seven

{ 41,077 }

The poet’s book from downunder

Tullawalla is floating on seventh heaven

Sailing in at position number

One hundred and eleven

{ 111 }

Lower or higher from here

Words of reality have no fear

The author’s soulful career

Is already overflowing with cheer

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

A Tequila Sunrise

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Please Note: Hardcover is still temporarily unavailable.

A Tequila Sunrise

Uncovered digits

Exposed and frigid

Purple chilblain arrows

Hero’s beyond zero

My bare toes froze

Icicles fell off my nose

As I searched for warm clothes

And a shot of Tequila from Mexico

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Warrior (a Senryu)

My ‘Senryu’ today was written as a response/comment, to Donna’s poem she posted this morning. Her emotional words touched me deeply ..
Not A Love Poem | DJ Ranch


a warrior girl

gives her life another twirl

survives in her world

Here is Glen Hansard’s song “Don’t Settle”, that I selected to match the emotions behind my ‘Senryu’, sing along with his superb lyrics below

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Glen Hansard Lyrics 

“Don’t Settle” 

When you climbed the hill of vision 
As above so it was below 
Through the apathy and derision 
Each step ascending you took alone 
And when they pin you in the corner 
Pay no heed to their droning on 
‘Cause you’re not going back where you don’t belong 
Well you rose up through the ranks now 
And you worked hard for your luck 
You’ve only got yourself to thank now 
You and everybody else in the book 
And there are hidden hands to guide you 
Other forces now at play 
But you’ve got to learn to get out of their way 
Oh, don’t settle 
Oh, not yet 
Oh, don’t settle 
For less 
May your song ring true and bright now 
And be honed by your own hand 
As the day gives way to night now 
May it echo through the land 
And when they turn your words against you 
Try to grind you to the ground 
Let them know that they might beat you 
But they’ll never turn you round 
Oh, don’t settle 
Oh, not yet 
Oh, don’t settle 
For less 
Well you sought no one’s allegiance 
You were cowed by no one’s hand 
You outgrew your antecedents 
Worked your own corner of the land 
And when they set their sights upon you 
Come to mine the seam you struck 
May you bid them well and wish them luck 
Oh, don’t settle 
Oh, not yet 
Oh, don’t settle 
And don’t forget what Liam Clancy said 
No envy, no anger, no cruelty, no regrets 
No jealousy, no rancour, no confusion; don’t forget 
No enemy, no anger, no incredulity; show respect 
No envy, no anger, no judgement on no one; lest you forget 
Lest you forget what they did to you 
Come on, rise off your knees, you’re not beaten yet 
No envy, no anger, no judgement on no one; lest you forget 
And you’re not going back where you don’t fit 


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The blame game

Remains the same

Suspended and lame

In this round picture frame

And as time flies by

A heavy fog remains high in the sky

Where birds see their mates die

And cry from the sky “Why?”

“Who is responsible for our filthy sky”

Today’s Music: Xavier Rudd’s beautiful new song… enjoy …

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Promote Yourself Monday, June 21, 2021

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She Knows

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She Knows

Sitting on the cafe deck

Sheltering under the verandah

Sipping on a hot coffee

Listening to life’s melodies

Raw rain is tumbling across town

Mother Nature’s roaring sound

Amplifies her tears slapping the ground

As her dark clouds wrinkle into a frown

Mother Nature knows the snow is turning brown

She knows the sky is her world’s tarnished crown

She knows her crown is gradually breaking down

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Throwback Friday, Mango Smoothie, by Ivor Steven

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Today my poem ‘Throwback’ at GO Dog Go Cafe, is from March 2018.

Mango Smoothie

I’m reading sacred scriptures

searching for her leftover pieces

I drank a mango smoothie instead

to feed my word starved head

I’m following the score

winners cheating on soft hearts

Demons covering the doors

and angels cannot reach the charts

I’m laying her on a massage table

listening to a sad amble

I prod her skin deep

Shoulders, down to her feet

I’m rubbing salve over her soul

cleansing her masking sheet

Revealing wounded sandholes

bruised upon a pebble beach

I’m a healer who’s lost

Gravitated by her sorrow

How do I catch a falling arrow

And mend her broken cross

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2021

Raining Oceans of Tears

Raining Oceans of Tears

They can send a machine to Mars

But cannot repair a blade of grass

In nature’s backyard

And billions of tears spill into the oceans

Creating a cascading Tsunami of love

Gradually rolling in from a blue horizon

Is this the beginning of the next great flood from above?

The words that are left unsaid

Cannot be misread

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

No Longer For Hire

Featured Image Above: From Wikimedia Commons, the free media repository,  the summit of Mount Kosciuszko, Kosciuszko National Park, New South Wales, Australia.

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No Longer For Hire

Fellow world warriors

When climbing life’s slippery spire

Follow the slopes guiding wires

And once atop the mountain of lost desires

Paint a sign. “I am no longer for hire,

I have survived earth’s wind and fire,

beyond where the rescue ladder expires,

there in the universe’s highest garden-shire

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021